You escaped
Through my fingers again
That answer which I
Have been clumsily chasing
With scabby scabby knees
Under starry starry nights
In quiet, lonely corners spent
Watching something indecipherable
A small answer
With such a resounding voice
Which I hope will soothe my brow
My nightmares it will quieten
An answer which I've been restlessly searching for
In the blood on my wrists
The scars that appear on my body-
Intentionally and otherwise
Digging open my heart and sometimes others
I rip them apart, stride (run) through recklessly
But when I leave, I don't leave a single mark
Sadness, weariness, desolation, isolation
All belongings of the poet
I will say hello to whichever one
I haven't greeted yet
Just so I can define and finally see
In all my sanity and insanity
That elusive, elusive answer
Born in starry starry skies
Starry starry cosmos
Descending beautiful
Maybe you might give me a kiss
In all your infinite knowing
Something too beautiful for this world
At the moment when Oblivion opens
Its arms to me
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 3:17 PM UTC
You escaped
Through my fingers again
That answer which I
Have been clumsily chasing
With scabby scabby knees
Under starry starry nights
In quiet, lonely corners spent
Watching something indecipherable
A small answer
With such a resounding voice
Which I hope will soothe my brow
My nightmares it will quieten
An answer which I've been restlessly searching for
In the blood on my wrists
The scars that appear on my body-
Intentionally and otherwise
Digging open my heart and sometimes others
I rip them apart, stride (run) through recklessly
But when I leave, I don't leave a single mark
Sadness, weariness, desolation, isolation
All belongings of the poet
I will say hello to whichever one
I haven't greeted yet
Just so I can define and finally see
In all my sanity and insanity
That elusive, elusive answer
Born in starry starry skies
Starry starry cosmos
Descending beautiful
Maybe you might give me a kiss
In all your infinite knowing
Something too beautiful for this world
At the moment when Oblivion opens
Its arms to me
Comments?
I have used some vague references to Vincent by Don McLean as well. :)
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